Torpor of Sleet
Feb. 2nd, 2020 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI had a lovely dream recently in which I flew, something I haven't done in far too long. As I rose into the sweet evening air above a garden full of partygoers, I wondered, as I often do in dreams, what would happen if I just kept going up and up. How far could I go? Earlier in the dream, I was watching one of the expert event planners lay out an aesthetically pleasing silver platter of cold salmon. He was worried about the seating chart. He said, "I hate all these serious important people! They're all bastards! None of them can sit next to each other. Give me a crew of scandalous rascals any time. Those people are easy to seat."
Today was called Torpor, but it was anything but--the most amazing beautiful day. The temperature was in the 40s and the sky was sunny and clear all day. I had decided to keep my Christmas books and music out until Candlemas, which has now arrived. But as the sunless winter days went by, I wondered if I'd have the gumption to put anything away. I felt I might need to clutch my small comforts awhile longer. But today, everything seemed possible, even spring, so I may get around to doing it tomorrow.
Today I've been busy. I went to church in the morning, turned down a lunch invitation and hurried home so I could grab a bite and go out for a walk ASAP. I wore my boots in case of slush and snow, which are still prevalent, but people in spandex and light running shoes zipped past me in flocks. The whole Village seemed to be out, pushing babies in expensive jogging strollers, shepherding older kids on roller skates, scooters, and bikes, and walking dogs. Even with the boots, I didn't go all the way to the end of the boardwalk. It was still a sheet of ice, and after picking my way gingerly along partway, I decided to turn back. It would have been very inconvenient to fall down and fracture myself. A big white dog sniffed my hand, and a toddler bid me "Hi" and "Bye" in the most charming manner possible. These are the social interactions that gladden my heart. Then I sat in the library by the big picture window and worked for awhile. Then I Skyped with a friend, and cooked myself some beans and rice in a tearing hurry because I was hungry. Two sauteed onions, two cans of black beans, a can of chopped tomatoes, some chili powder and barbecue sauce, plus rice and salad. That was my Superbowl food. The Sparrowhawk and I are distance-watching together, exchanging texts. I'm still not at all tempted to drink Mountain Dew or Michelob in any form, nor will I buy a Hyundai or a Porsche. But I would buy a Highlander if I could time travel in it. I would also like to have a self-parking car, especially if it came with my own version of Chris Evans speaking in a Boston accent. Rooting for the Chiefs, but it's a toss-up right now.
Today was called Torpor, but it was anything but--the most amazing beautiful day. The temperature was in the 40s and the sky was sunny and clear all day. I had decided to keep my Christmas books and music out until Candlemas, which has now arrived. But as the sunless winter days went by, I wondered if I'd have the gumption to put anything away. I felt I might need to clutch my small comforts awhile longer. But today, everything seemed possible, even spring, so I may get around to doing it tomorrow.
Today I've been busy. I went to church in the morning, turned down a lunch invitation and hurried home so I could grab a bite and go out for a walk ASAP. I wore my boots in case of slush and snow, which are still prevalent, but people in spandex and light running shoes zipped past me in flocks. The whole Village seemed to be out, pushing babies in expensive jogging strollers, shepherding older kids on roller skates, scooters, and bikes, and walking dogs. Even with the boots, I didn't go all the way to the end of the boardwalk. It was still a sheet of ice, and after picking my way gingerly along partway, I decided to turn back. It would have been very inconvenient to fall down and fracture myself. A big white dog sniffed my hand, and a toddler bid me "Hi" and "Bye" in the most charming manner possible. These are the social interactions that gladden my heart. Then I sat in the library by the big picture window and worked for awhile. Then I Skyped with a friend, and cooked myself some beans and rice in a tearing hurry because I was hungry. Two sauteed onions, two cans of black beans, a can of chopped tomatoes, some chili powder and barbecue sauce, plus rice and salad. That was my Superbowl food. The Sparrowhawk and I are distance-watching together, exchanging texts. I'm still not at all tempted to drink Mountain Dew or Michelob in any form, nor will I buy a Hyundai or a Porsche. But I would buy a Highlander if I could time travel in it. I would also like to have a self-parking car, especially if it came with my own version of Chris Evans speaking in a Boston accent. Rooting for the Chiefs, but it's a toss-up right now.
Re: "Give me a crew of scandalous rascals any time. Those people are easy to seat."
Date: 2020-02-04 02:23 am (UTC)Re: "Give me a crew of scandalous rascals any time. Those people are easy to seat."
Date: 2020-02-04 07:43 am (UTC)but look how much you've evolved!